Woeful ignorance
Amazes me sometimes just how much I don’t know. Occasionally it’d be nice just to know something… anything in fact.
Case in point… given my Pagan predilection you’d think that I’d know a bit about nature, and wildlife, and be able to - for example - differentiate and name various species of plants, trees and stuff.
Wouldn’t you?
Wrong!
I can just about manage to identify the really common stuff like poppies, daffodils, oak trees, willow trees and… um… maybe holly trees.
Shameful, isn’t it? But I seem to manage all right normally - until suddenly I encounter something where I really do wish I weren’t quite so ignorant.
Wednesday last (23rd May) a couple of friends and I were walking along Cardington Road in Bedford, passing this really long line of trees, bushes, shrubs and stuff.
Friend A draws our attention to the fact that lots of the flora are festooned with cobweb-type cocoons or something. Far more in fact than she’s ever seen before in any one place.


Nasty! If that’s the case it means that before too long that particular area of the town’s gonna be infested with the little beasties.But then we came across some that clearly contained caterpillar-type creatures. Friend B flicks one of the “cocoons” with his finger and the inhabitants start wriggling around - testimony to their being alive. So I later began to speculate that maybe these are cocoons of butterflies/moths/dragonflies - I dunno. And this is where I’m made painfully aware of my own ignorance.





